The Tower

For my latest brief I had to create a narrative from 12 random black and white images. Here is my first image.

Once in a snowy forest there was a tower. In the tower lived a man and his wife. The woman was not a prisoner, but for some reason, she never left. There was no love between them. The man only loved her like he loved his possessions, and he often threw grand parties in the tower so he could show off his possessions, including her, his most prized. The man knew is she ever left the tower, she would never return, and swore if that day ever came it would be her last on this earth. His wife was strange, unreadable, sometimes surprising, but so far had shown no desire to leave, so he was content.